The woven fabric of man tears.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What binds us now
will lose its ties in the end for mankind could never tie the knot. A clock watches on its time inconsequential as is its hands that turn it. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on August 9, 2020 Last Updated on August 9, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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